dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After Hua Jiunan's detailed explanation, Chen Daji showed a sudden realization.

"Oh oh oh, what happened!"

"Boss, according to what you said, isn't Ji Li just inviting ghosts to dinner?"

"It's a good thing, but why did Master Huping and the others put their lives in it..."

Having said this, Chen Dage suddenly stopped.He turned his head and looked at Chen Fu with a serious face.

"Father, I advise you not to make sacrifices the day after tomorrow, because it's easy to send yourself away!"

"Do you remember that Uncle Zhou who came to our house last time? It's that old man!"

"He died because he invited ghosts to eat! Just click, and the person is gone!!"

Chen Fu: "..."

Too lazy to talk to his stupid son, Chen Fu took out 500 yuan and handed it to Hua Jiunan.

"Hey, Daoist Zhou is such a good person, he will be gone if he doesn't have it! Xiao Jiu, the money will be given to that child Huping."

"It's really pitiful to say that, since he was a child, he has no parents, and now the master is still ahead of him..."

"Let him come to live with our parents. He is considered an uncle for eating, drinking, and flowers. He will definitely not be different from you!"

Chen Fu's unintentional act of kindness this time gave him another big backer besides the snow corpse - General Jiutian Shatong.

Furthermore, the relationship between Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji has become even more prosperous and long-lived.

It is not an exaggeration to say that disasters turn into good fortunes and disasters turn into good fortunes!

......

Hua Jiunan thought to himself while looking at the father and son who were born to be at odds.

That's right...why did Zhengyi's ancestral court sacrificial ceremony still encounter danger.

Those who dare to go to Zhang Tianshi's ancestral land to make trouble must be some kind of existence! !

After thinking about it, Hua Jiu couldn't speak.

"Daji, don't you have Huping's phone number? Call me later and ask."

"By the way, let him stay at our house for a few more days, and go back when the danger is over."

Chen Daji has always been warm-hearted, and has long been thinking about Huping.

Hearing this, he immediately took out his mobile phone and looked around for signals.

"Hey, Hu Ping?! I heard that your master died?!"

"What? Who said that?! Your ancestor told us yesterday!"

"Where did the ancestors come from?! Are you stupid! Your ancestors, if you ask me, who will I ask!!"

Listening to this unreliable chat, Hua Jiunan hurriedly reached out to answer the phone, and explained in detail what happened yesterday when he met General Jiutian Shatong.

On the other side of the phone, the little Taoist priest Hu Ping obviously didn't expect that he was actually the descendant of the ancestor of Taoism.

Hearing this, he was stunned for a long time before he took out from his bosom the last letter Zhou Taoist had left for him.

His life experience is impressively written on it:

The layman's surname is Liao, and his real name is Liao Ping, and he is of the blood of a great Taoist god.

I was just afraid of causing some karma, so I changed my surname later... This is one of the reasons why I accepted you as a teacher.

As the teacher calculated when the deadline is approaching, this catastrophe in the ancestral court is just the time for you to recognize your ancestors and return to them.

In the future, the master will not be around, you have to take care of yourself, and you must not be playful and active, and be impulsive...

Seeing this, the little Taoist priest Liao Ping couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Hua, Boss Hua, I believe what you say!"

"For leaving the ancestral court, you have to ask the master first."

"I'll go there after the old man agrees!"

"Also, there are some things that are not easy to talk about on the phone, and I will tell you later!"

Hua Jiu couldn't understand Liao Ping's feeling of losing a loved one, so he comforted him softly.

"Your master has been doing good deeds all his life, and he is under the care of his master in the underworld, so he will definitely not suffer."

"Please also condolences."

The two talked for a while before hanging up the phone.

Then Chen Fu didn't even eat breakfast, so he drove Hua Jiunan and Chen Dage back to the courtyard.

When I got home, I just saw the deaf mother-in-law coming back.

Now I am standing by the pine tree, wiping off the remaining snow with a handkerchief bit by bit.

(What Songlao brought to Liangzhu was just the body spirit plus a pine branch. For details, see Chapter 8: The Green Ox.)

Wang Qianyue and Hu Fei'er stood behind her respectfully, trying to help the old man "work" but were rejected.

"As long as grandma is alive, she has to take care of Mr. Song herself."

"Wait for the day when I'm a hundred years old, and you just have to be filial."

Hearing the old man talking about the funeral, Hua Jiunan felt a pain in his heart for no reason.

Then he immediately suppressed his emotions and ran to him with a smile.

"Grandma, I'm back!"

Chen Daji naturally stepped forward with circled legs and followed closely behind.

"Grandma, we're back too!"